| When a milion miles from nowhere
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| Is still too close to home
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| You’re with a hundred thousand people
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| And you still feel all alone
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| She was never in the circle
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| Or the round would be a square
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| And the more she seemed to want it
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| Oh, the less they seemed to care
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| Sold out and no admission
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| Too late to buy
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| It’s never who, it’s only why
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| She’s living the lie
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| Living the lie
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| When you’re on your way to somewhere
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| But the elevator falls
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| Do you look for stairs to Heaven
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| Or wander through the halls?
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| He was only dedicated
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| To the ones who make the law
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| But they burned with too much fire
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| And his heart was made of straw
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| No ticket, no admission
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| Too late to buy
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| It’s always he and he knows why
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| He’s living the lie
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| Living the lie
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| How bad do you want it?
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| How far will you go?
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| If you’re looking at tomorrow
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| To forget about today
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| Then the past will be your future
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| And it’s there you’ll always stay
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| What about the pictures
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| That smile from magazines?
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| The ultimate temptation
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| Our new Kings and all our Queens
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| Such heat and too much pressure
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| Not worth the try
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| No more for them
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| Now it’s I
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| And no more living the lie
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| Living the lie
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| Oh, why?
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| Live the lie |